雙語·英美愛情詩歌選 72　致瑪麗：這會兒是黃昏

72. To Mary: It Is the Evening Hour

——J. Clare

It is the evening hour,

How silent all doth lie:

The horned moon she shows her face

In the river with the sky.

Just by the path on which we pass,

The flaggy lake lies still as glass.

Spirit of her I love,

Whispering to me

Stories of sweet visions as I rove,

Here stop, and crop with me

Sweet flowers that in the still hour grew,

We'll take them home, nor shake off the bright dew.

Mary, or sweet spirit of thee,

As the bright sun shines to-morrow

Thy dark eyes these flowers shall see,

Gathered by me in sorrow,

Into the still hour when my mind was free

To walk alone——yet wish I walked with thee.